Coach Turns Bi

I thanked my lucky stars Ellie didn't come on to me that night. For one thing, I felt so shitty, I didn't think I could get it up. For another, I was exhausted and completely fucked out. But for all my exhaustion, I was so nervous about what might happen the following day, I couldn't sleep.

I walked into the gym the next day like a floating mine. I would have exploded at the slightest touch. But Huron didn't show up for practice! Absent all day!

And he was also absent Wednesday and Thursday. I prayed he had run off somewhere, disappeared, maybe run over by a truck.

I began to relax a little. Maybe the little jerk really did run off and join the Army or something. As a matter of fact, as a sort of a private, secret celebration, I told Ellie we would have dinner Friday night after the pre-season football game. We would go to her favorite restaurant. Eleanor loved a local rock 'n' roll-themed burger joint. "I'll be busy with the game, though. Won't be able to come home to get you."

"Don't think twice, it's all right . . ." Ellie sang in a Bob Dylan voice. She was happy.

"I'll take a taxi to the school, babe

Where I'm bound, you can tell

I'll take a taxi to the school, babe

Then I'll really ring your bell

You're all hot and sweaty on the football field

But later on when we're both stripped and peeled,

I'll show you how to use that big thing you wield

But don't think twice, it's all right!"

She purred. "I'll be waiting for you in your office when the game is over. You'll know me. I'll be the one in the T-shirt and mini-skirt."

Whew! When Ellie "dressed-down" in that black mini-skirt and tight T-shirt -- like college girls -- it meant (a) she was in the mood, and I was going to get some, but also (b) she was going to be the hottest babe in the restaurant, making me stagger around all night with a hard dick. Damn, that girl can turn me on! As she leaned back against the kitchen counter, the very thought of her in that T-shirt and mini-skirt gave me a hardon!

I took her in my arms. Huron's cock was in the past. Locked in the past. "I love you, Ellie."

She nibbled on my ear, and one hand groped between my legs. "Is that a Jimi Hendrix Stratocaster, or are you just glad to see me?" With that our lips met in another kiss, and as our tongues began a sword-fight, we shuffled together toward the bedroom. Yeah!

Soon our hands were inside each other's pants, and soon we were both pants-less. With a sultry little smile, she turned away from me and braced herself on the bed. Yeah, oh, yeah! "Well, let's see if Mustang Sally is wet enough for what Papa's got in his brand-new bag." I stood behind her.

Oh, fuck, yeah! Ellie's pussy was hot and wet, her lips spreading and ready. I nudged my cockhead into the volcano -- my favorite part: sliding Home. Ellie always let out a soft groan as I slid into her, almost our little signal -- we're a pair, this is our connection, this is where we are one.

And oh, fuck, did I love sliding home! Oh, yeah, there's nothing like fucking! Nothing, nothing could feel this good! Then a giant wave crashed onto my brain: Huron Cuorosckec's cock up my ass felt even better.

But Ellie was talking to me as I fucked her, knowing I loved that! "Oh -- my -- god -- it -- feels -- so -- good -- you -- big -- bastard -- your -- cock -- is -- splitting -- me -- in --half -- God -- I -- love -- it -- Deeper! -- Harder! -- Fuck me! -- you -- sonofabitch!" She knew how to press all my buttons. She could turn me into a fuck-animal. To my great relief, she had me thrusting into her so hard I was soon drenched in sweat and panting like a racehorse. I can still do it! I am NOT a queer!

But as my sperm went joyously surging into her, and I was out of my mind in ecstasy, from the back of my mind a wicked little fact crawled into the foreground: a man had pleasured me more than this. I stomped on that thought. He's gone! Disappeared! Maybe thought I would report him for raping me. I chuckled to myself. Fat chance of that. No man would ever confess to the cops that another man had raped him.

Okay, so his fucking felt good. It just showed me a weakness. Like being an alcoholic. Got to keep away from naked cocks. Never suck one again. Keep my legs closed. I blinked. Damn, those are women's rules!

As we wound down, I relaxed on her back, sweating against her (poor thing, women don't appreciate the good, gross, rutting-animal, wallow-in-the-sweat part of sex), I knew how much I loved her. She was everything, everything that turned me on. Beautiful. Small. Intelligent. Foreign. Exotic. Cunt like a blast furnace. We had been married for 18 years, and she was always ready for a roll in the hay. I loved her. Damn, I'm a lucky man! I've got an ugly little secret, but it will be locked in a stone box forever.

The next day as drove to school, I thought about it: Tonight's going to be special. I'm going to do everything for her. Dinner, movie, anything she wants. I'm going to take hours in foreplay. When I'm finished, she's going to be begging and crying for it. I chuckled. My balls feel heavy. Tonight I'll cum so much, we'll have to bail out the bedroom.

I thought about our date all day long. Could hardly concentrate on anything else. How do other guys do it? When I know I'm about to get some, I can't think about anything else! But neither could I keep my thoughts from beyond the locker room door. I fought against it, but from time to time I saw myself wallowing on that bench as a high school kid rutted on me, and remembering the mind-blowing orgasm he slammed into me, I felt my hardon getting even stonier.

After the game -- we lost -- and the post-game locker-room lecture and scoldings, I put away the equipment as the team members were leaving, trying to hurry -- Ellie had been waiting a long time. As I put away the chalk-marker, the little wheeled dispenser that leaves a line of white dust across the grass, it slipped out of my hand, caught on something, and overturned. Nuts! Chalk dust all over both legs. Looks like another shower after I change out of these shorts. Damn! Hope Ellie doesn't mind waiting still longer.

I stripped and went into the showers. They were empty -- all the team players had gone -- and I stood under the stream of water. Tonight is going to be great!

"Well, bitch, looks like ya got yerself ready fer me."

What?? I turned around, and sure enough, Huron walked into the shower room, and he was completely naked.

But walking beside him was Ellie! And she was naked, too! And -- I couldn't believe my eyes -- Ellie was holding onto Huron's hard cock!! She looked up at me with a drugged expression. "Terry -- I didn't -- I don't -- he -- made me cum!"

The son of a bitch raped Ellie! Furious, I leaped toward them.

But from behind them stepped an older man with a gray beard, even bigger than Huron and much hairier. He looked enough like Huron I figured it was probably his father. He was naked, too, and even in those first seconds, I saw Huron's father was hung like a horse.

Fuck! Even in the emergency of the situation, a little corner of my brain gaped in awe. His cock was so long it was almost grotesque. He was one of those guys with the little cockhead -- like a pink bottlecap at the end of a long cockshaft that grew thicker and thicker and thicker the closer to his groin. At the base it was even wider than Huron's. Damn! Thicker than a beer can! Literally a baseball bat of meat.

His voice was masculine and bass. "He the one?"

"That's him, Pa."

As I was about to throw a punch, Ellie gasped and tried to block me. "No . . . Terry, it's my fault . . . he -- made me cum . . ."

I did throw the punch, but -- Dammit!! -- I slipped on the wet shower floor, and (to my surprise), neither of the men threw punches but rather tried to grab me in wrestling holds. I was at a disadvantage, barefoot on the slippery floor. Huron's father was a real silvertip grizzly.

Finally they had me in a hold I couldn't get out of, and the older man maneuvered himself behind me. Suddenly I felt his hard cock jabbing up through my ass-crack! Fighting like a madman, I kept struggling away, but his hard cock kept bobbling around at my asshole, and only my furious lurches kept him from getting a good aim.

I fought and strained against them, but I grew tired, and when I paused for just a second, I felt him align himself. His little cockhead pushed against my tight-clenched pucker! Then he set his legs and thrust -- I felt a little pop as the bottlecap thrust inside me. That was easier than Huron's -- but I knew worse was to come. He kept pushing, and my poor asshole had to stretch farther and farther with every inch, all the way up the increasing width of his oak-root cock, finally passing even the stretch required to take Huron's dong.

I fought desperately, but the pain was so intense it sapped my strength. Tears ran down my cheeks. After what seemed like hours, when he finally drove it in all the way, and I felt his cockhair scratching my ass, my rectum was on fire, stretched out -- damn, I couldn't imagine how wide it made me! -- so far I felt lightheaded, about to faint. But still I tried to fight, anything to get off the red-hot stake gouging into my guts!

But the agonizing invasion had stopped at maximum agony, and the bastard held still in me, savoring his triumph, the son of a bitch. He stood there with his cock fully up my ass, impaling me, dangling me on the end of his lance, knowing I was in pain and powerless to stop him. I was in such torture I couldn't think straight, let alone struggle away.

"Hold 'im! Don't let 'im move!" Still he held quiet in me.

And it hit me. He's like Huron, letting me stretch. Letting me get accustomed to his size. Letting me adjust to having an elephant cock in my ass! But no, I've got to save Ellie! Again I started struggling, but nothing I could do got that monster out of my guts, and -- Oh, fuck, no! -- the longer I stayed impaled on that huge thing, the more the pain faded away, and -- No, NO, this can't be happening! -- the more a strange, powerful, unearthly pleasure started to spread out from my rectum.

My lurches from side to side, my struggling, my attempts to free myself had only one effect -- the jiggling of the cock in my ass grew more and more pleasurable until with a gulp, I realized my asshole and the tunnel around that big dong had become a mineshaft coated with gunpowder, and the slightest friction from his cock would set it off. Oh, my hell, I'm getting turned on! Oh, please, not again!

"Yep, you done it, Pa. He's got a hardon. He's likin' it now."

Oh, no. Oh, shit, in front of Ellie! How fucking humiliating!

But it was true. Huron's father reached around and groped my cock -- and it was throbbing hard. "Yeah," he grunted. "He's ready 'n' willin' now." Huron let go of me. His father alone could control me then, and I looked back.

To my astonishment, as Huron walked back to my naked Ellie, she dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock! That sapped the strength out of me in an instant, and Huron's father started in on me. His very first withdrawal was a sizzling sensation as my mangle-stretched asshole shrank back to a smaller size. In fact it was ecstasy, my knees got weak. What a wonderful, fabulous relief! My asshole glowed, and the pain faded into pleasure.

Dizzy, I turned once more to see what Huron was doing to Ellie -- he was cumming, spurting big gobs of jizz into her open mouth. And she was swallowing! Gulping Huron's jizz down greedily!

But then Huron's father rammed it in me again, and Wham! In seconds my asshole was at max, baseball-bat stretch, and I couldn't hold back a scream -- but the scream faded out as the pain blended into the pleasure, a terrible, powerful, hellish ecstasy! When he pulled out again, and I got the opposite sensation, pain-down-to-relief, I couldn't deny it -- an orgasm was building in my balls. Fuck, I really am a queer. This bastard has made only two thrusts into me, and already I'm building to a climax!

And with the next lunge into me, stretching my asshole again to screaming-taut, I couldn't help myself -- my head fell back, my eyes closed, mouth open -- it's more than I can take! I realized I was no longer struggling. At all. I was quiet. Obedient. Allowing my brain to concentrate on my growing orgasm

But he interrupted me. "Spread yer legs more."

I surrendered: spread my legs wider. Gave him better leverage. Even got up on my tiptoes for him, and he got in even deeper. Oh, god, yeah, deeper! Deeper! Even more pain!

Panting like a racehorse, I bit my lip. With my asshole stretched to the snapping point, the pain was terrible, but . . . I like the pain. I was being fucked by a backwoods yokel, a stupid motherfucker I could beat in any man-to-man combat, and even worse, as much as I fought it, I couldn't deny I wanted him to do it!

He reached around and grasped my cock again then grunted to his son. "Yep, he's ready. Okay, Huron, now we git the fucker to cum fer us. Then he's yers."

I looked back, and what I saw stunned me. Huron was kneeling behind Ellie, fucking her doggy-style, and her eyes were glazed over with lust. Son of a bitch! Then the father began jackhammer thrusts into my glowing ass, yanking my attention back to the giant cock stretching my asshole, and before I could do anything, I felt another Hiroshima bomb building in my scrotum. Oh, God, no! Please no! Don't let me cum for him!

This can't happen! I am the Coach! I was a US Army sergeant! I'm a Korean War vet! I went to college! This shouldn't be happening. I don't want this to happen! It won't happen! No, it won't! No, it will! No,it's here! It's on me! No, I can't stop! No, no, no! Ohgodit'smorethanIcanstand I'MCUMMING CUMMING! CUMMING!!!

Huge arcs of semen shot out of my dong, splattering against the shower room wall, and I clenched my eyes shut in unspeakable ecstasy. In that celestial, sex-mad moment, I screamed, bellowing from deep in my chest, howling as I crossed over the pinnacle of male ecstasy. And it was incredible! His giant organ plugged me into Nirvana -- AND KEPT ME THERE! Damn, what a feeling! What a FEELING!! Unbelievable! Huron's father's cock kept me in the longest orgasm ever!

When it finally passed -- Damn, even longer than with Huron! -- I fell against the shower room wall. "Hold on a minute, shithead," Huron's father growled, "I ain't finished yet." I braced myself and stood obediently, dizzy, dimwitted.

"Turn 'round! Wanna look at ya whilst I fuck ya!"

He withdrew his cock -- Now I'm empty! Put it back! Cram that big thing up my ass again!! -- and I turned around. But before I could think, my body took over, and I leaped up, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and attached myself to his like a second torso. I skewered his huge dong again into my throbbing asshole -- Ah! Fuck! Yeah! -- and it sank in, painfully, wonderfully, stretching me again up to the giant diameter of the base!

He started lungin again, and I couldn't hold back grunts of pleasure and submission. I couldn't stop him -- couldn't refuse. I would let him do anything he wanted. His slave.

After a couple more minutes of lunges, each driving me into an intensified afterglow, he let out a long, low grunt, and I knew I was being bred. Yes! I feel it! Warm, spreading, filling me up! His seed!

When he pulled out, and my asshole was finally allowed to return -- or try to return -- to normal size, which was itself a sizzlingly good sensation, he let go of my hips, and absolutely out of my mind, I slumped back onto the slippery shower room floor.

"Okay, he's yers now. Don't let 'im git out o' control."

I looked up to see the father striding out of the room. Huron rolled me over onto my hands and knees. I looked back. Ellie sat against the far wall watching us, her legs spread, fingering herself. Huron mounted me--

--"Wait a minute! You're not going to--"

--but Huron's hard cock sank into my ass, instantly returning the radioactive ecstasy to my guts, and -- I swear I tried to make my body fight back, but -- I crouched there, unable to deny I was glad to have another cock up my ass. His shaft was not as huge as his daddy's at the base, but Huron's cockshaft was painfully, wonderfully big, and in spite of the fact that I had just ejaculated from his father's lunges, Huron soon had my ass purring again with the strange new pleasure of being fucked.

This won't work! You can't let that kid fuck you again!

"Hey . . . stop this . . . you can't . . . fuck me . . . " but another orgasm built in my balls, and since Huron didn't pay any attention to what I said and kept thrusting into me, I was swept along on his tidal wave of lust. When I heard Huron's victory grunt in my ear, again I shot my sperm in violent, crazed spurts. Huron's seed gushed up my ass. I was marked. I was property. I was owned.

When Huron pulled out and stood up behind me, he pushed his foot against my hips and kicked me over. "Okay, Coach, see ya tomorrow at the Saturday practice. Be here in the showers fer me after the scrimmage . . . and bring her." He walked out into the dressing room.

I rolled over, my world crashing down around me. Son of a bitch, what has happened? A man just fucked me, his son fucked my wife, and then I let the kid do it to me again!

When I sat up, I looked down at the white slithers snaking toward the drain. Sperm coming out of my asshole. Similar snail-tracks ran down Ellie's legs. Oh. My. God. What has happened to us?

Without speaking -- both of us were still fuck-drunk and dazed -- Ellie and I showered, got dressed, and drove home. Over a dinner of hamburgers later on, I couldn't look her in the eye, and finally she put down her glass. "Honey, we have to talk."

"Don't know what to say."

She got up from her seat and came over to me. "Terry, let's let it out. Let's tell 100% of everything that happened. We'll be completely honest. Tell everything."

I hate to tell her this. But if I keep it inside, it will rot me. "Ellie, this all started with something bad at the school last week."

She sat next to me and took my hand. "This started last week? Tell me."

"That big kid, Huron Cuorosckec?"

She sighed. "Yeah. the son. Big."

"Yeah." I dropped my eyes. "A week ago . . . I was trying to see how big his cock was." I took a deep breath. "He pulled down his jock and showed me . . . and then I don't know what happened. I just lost control"--

--"I know, I know! It's like hypnotizing!"

"Yeah. that's right. How did you know"--

--"Terry, the same thing happened to me. Go on, tell me the rest."

"Well -- damn, this is hard to say -- it looked so . . . tempting, I don't know how it happened . . . somehow I found myself kneeling down to suck it--"

--"Ah, you sucked his cock!"

I gritted my teeth. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. And somehow that made me so horny--" I took a deep breath. --"I let him fuck me on the locker room bench." I lowered my head. "There it is. I said it: a man fucked me."

When I looked up, Ellie was staring at me, and I couldn't read her expression. I figured it was some kind of horror. Here it begins. The tears. The screaming. The divorce.

But she was silent. Finally I spoke, but my voice was a squeak: "Tell me what happened to you."

"I was waiting for you in your office when Huron and his father came through the door. They grabbed me, and before I could scream, he put his hand over my mouth--"